The main story is complete! Extra chapters will be posted from time to time.
I'm a genius sword cultivator.
How much of a genius? I reached the pinnacle at seventeen.
Unfortunately, I died mysteriously at eighteen and transmigrated to a world of supernatural abilities.
Then I got wind magic, though I wasn't very good at using it.
I lived to eighteen, then croaked again.
I transmigrated to another world and learned how to use psychic powers.
I still couldn't escape the fate of dying at eighteen.
This time, I transmigrated to a world with "cursed energy."
From the start, I was fifteen.
I happily thought, Woohoo, I've got another three or four years.
To hell with this world for shortening my lifespan without warning.
During my three years at Tokyo Jujutsu High,
I made three wonderful friends.
I thought that with all my stacked buffs, I could safely coast through this life.
But fate was jealous.
I died in my companions' arms.
There will be no bad ending.
Pairing: Gojo Satoru
Extra chapters are undecided.
The main story is in first person.
The heroine was originally a sword cultivator, so the so-called cursed tools are swords.
This is not a cultivation story; it only takes place in the world of Jujutsu Sorcery.
I'll add more if I think of anything.
Theme: Keep a steady mindset
Well... When Itsatsuno was still a high-spirited and flamboyant young man, Tsubakiha was already a restrained and delicate girl who had experienced thousands of sails; when Itsukasa finally went through the vicissitudes of life and became steady and silent, Tsubakiha actually had a more sharp and energetic youth feeling... Although there is a subtle difference in frequency, it is not bad. In this case, there will always be people who are high-spirited, and then the high-spirited young people can always drive everyone to become positive. The abundant vitality will never be missing, and the high-spirited whirlwind of youth will never stop.
Xia Youjie: I regret it! Glass: I regret it! Enlightenment: Hey~
I feel that because of the fate of "not surviving until the age of eighteen," I seem optimistic and free-spirited, but in fact, I have a hidden pessimism, especially when it comes to emotions. So I consciously didn't want to form a relationship, and it wasn't until the world of magic that I had three close friends. Therefore, I will envy and bless a wanton young man who has unlimited future possibilities. If he is attracted by such a person, his heart will be moved, but he will be unable to respond. I feel like I don't like Satoru very much. Maybe I won't be able to truly express my love and like someone until I completely solve the "fate" problem and become a person with a future. (Just one family's opinion)
The hurricane ten years ago came through the forest and broke the leaves. In the rustling sound, an old friend returns.
The imagery and writing both feel like summer. It seems that in Japan, "summer" is used to implicitly refer to unbridled youth, secret love that blooms quietly, vigorous and eager moods, and all kinds of things that sound green and beautiful. Just like the feeling in this chapter. Although midsummer can be bitter, it is also the time when many youth stories happen.
My sister is trying hard to break free from the shackles of fate to protect the person she is destined to meet. The high-level professional team is also cherishing my sister. This wave is going in both directions! Hope they can HE
Ten years ago, a hurricane was about to break out, but now the wind and rain are beginning to subside. Congratulations to the trio of high school students for walking out of the corridors of time and returning to a reality full of hope!
The edge of the blue bubble is stained with the golden light of the afterglow, just like the proud and illustrious "Cang" and the chic and brilliant "Ping Shang" shining on each other.
This! This is what a real boyfriend looks like!! Hahaha, even though they all shied away, she was still the first person the trio saw.
Agree!!! It feels very summery!! Moreover, it feels like youth is hazy, emotions are growing latent, and time passes quietly like water.